January 06, 2008

"Band Of Gold," by Freda Payne, originally released in 1970 and available on a number of different CDs (I liked this import disc's cover best). I didn't know who sang this song until ten minutes ago. I've never heard of Freda Payne before. I'd never heard the song until last summer. Shane took a liking to Philly's oldies station, to which I'd rarely listened. And that station loves this song; Shane had the alarm clock set to the station, and he used the sleep function on the alarm at night. I swear they played this song four or five times a week later at night. This morning, I walked over to the bagel shop, and while having a bagel and coffee, this song came on shop's radio. Ironic. And sad. I finally really listened to the whole song this morning. The words of someone who's been wronged, and really doesn't know what to do. File under: Things that did not happen by chance. "Since you've been gone, all that's left is a band of gold... All that's left of the dream I hold is a band of gold... And the dream of what love could be..."